After an afternoon of wrapping up personal projects, the finish line for the weekend lay where it often does these days, the #WeLovePV staff meeting at Bar La Playa (Lázaro Cárdenas 179, Zona Romántica)…huh, just wrote about Señor Cárdenas here last week, what a coincidence.
Along with a welcome update on the team’s semi-secret Project Puzzle Factory–an installation which we would possess a clear view of from our streetside office upon its’ completion–our weekly huddle was also highlighted by the long awaited rollout of the #WeLovePV tees!
If I may squeeze in a quick ad, these premium soft-knit tees feature a high quality #WeLovePV wordmark at the center chest and currently come in 3 colorways: Banderas Bay Blue, Malecón, and Vibrant Nights.
Yes, I made those names up, and yes, they are available today! *bigsmile, thumbs up*
Friday afternoon I put on, what else, my brand new authentic 100 percent cotton–okayfine, I’ll stop–I suited up and headed into town to fulfill my duty as chief social coordinator of Vallarta CoWork (101 Morelos, Centro) as we cranked up the Flying Cafeteria for lunch in Hawai’i…well, at PONO Poke Bowls, at least.
We got a good group this time around, settling our seven in the newly redesigned chopsticking space of the eatery. If you’re curious, my standing order is a large ahi tuna bowl with a 3 days worth of veggies, pineapple chunks, and every condiment on the menu including additional spicy tuna. It’s every bit as good as it sounds, I wish I could eat it 3 times a week.
This Saturday had been set to be a fun one for a few weeks now, as it was the date of the recent International Fishing Tournament. Top teams from up and down the continent put their angling skills to the test for bragging rights and plenty of pesos to go along with them.
Attendees were in for treats as well, including live music from a spectacular stage built in the shadow of the pier and all the fish tacos you could eat. It was just another example of the great (and free!) public events that have become so common in our city in recent years, the municipal government does a commendable job with that.
On the way back north, Los Arcos Ampitheatre called out to passerby with a fully sanctioned freestyle rap battle, because PV makes consistent use of that space as well. Under bright lights and the mediating ear of a rap ref, hundreds gathered around the outdoor stage to watch as a PV lyricist and a kid from the capital parried and thrusted with their sharpest Spanish.
In the end, the hometown boy was dissed and dismissed by the road warrior from Guadalajara, but with time and the proper care I’m sure he will make a full recovery from his burns.
Every so often I spend a Sunday as I once did back in the old country: watching the strange foreign sport of gridiron football. As social opportunities go, sports have to consistently rank near the top of the list…find a guy wearing a pictogram you recognize on his hat in an airport on the other side of the planet, and you’ve just made a friend for at least the next 10 minutes.
This is basic sociology, people.
To wit, Good buddy Dave was kind enough to open his home up to our raucous number (including several Spanish speakers, the sport is surprisingly popular in this country and there’s even a national professional league) on this sunny Sabbath.
I found out these were members of a local flag football team–should be fun–and after some contract negotia Dave led us through the preparation of traditional Yankee dishes such as the hoagie and Philly cheesesteak…yea, we broke bread and spake blessed oaths, and it was good, adios.